A lesson learned

I'm sure many of you (all three of you) are waiting with bated breath for my latest outpouring of stunningly insightful political commentary, just as a dog might wait, it's entire body trembling with tense readiness, for someone to throw an old drool-soaked tennis ball. I'm afraid, however, that this particular day I will give you only the equivalent of a feint; just as a dog would explode into action then quickly subside into bewildered searching for a ball that had never left my hand, so you too will feel that leap of excitement inside as you realise there is a new post to read, before realising with disappointment that it is short, almost meaningless, and taken up mainly with a very overdone dog metaphor.

In fact I would love nothing more than to expound upon an important issue of the day. However, there are two things standing in my way. One of these is the fact that I have a midsemester exam on Monday, and must use the weekend to stare frantically at lecture notes, wondering what the hell all those acronyms mean. The other is that I can think of nothing of import to say.

However, though I have no opinions to foist on you this weekend, I do have an important lesson to share. That lesson is as follows; when catching a cab in Sydney on a Friday night, make sure you do so on the same side of George St. as your destination. This will save you fifteen dollars.